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Monday, 23 February 2009

crankycrankycranky

When I get tired, I get cranky.
This tends to be the time people choose to be pedantic around me, which incidentally makes me more cranky.

For instance, take my mother, I asked her to read over my drama coursework to make sure it made sense, so she made me re-draft and re-draft it until she was happy. I could have finished it an hour ago but nooooooo. Because she cannot possibly sit at a computer screen and read that, she has to have paper. I now have no ink in my printer. Grrr. I have colour, so all other coursework will be submitted in a lovely barbie-pink. ¬¬

Also, you know what's reeeeeeally good? apparently my coursework isn't actally mine DISPITE having spent the entire evening on it. Noooo it sounds too smart because I cannot possibly actually BE smart. I am an idiot who copies and pastes her coursework from a site. Because I commit plagiarism on all my courseworks because I'm too stooopid. It's good to know, really.
Arrrgh. :(

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